Crave

I crave crunchy gravel,
Clean swept wooden decks,
Cool, misty sprinklers in the evening.

I crave the deepest forest quiet,
Leaves settling and pinging into place.
Hummingbird wings pulsing through thick summer air.

I crave the stillness of time.
The suspension of need and want and craving itself.
The commandments of land and water, field and sunshine.

Out there, everything makes sense and fits together.
Out there, we both belong and understand.
The dry creek beds and the smell of dirt tell us who we are.

Let’s go there together.

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